Monday, 22 April 2013

Pleasant cats and spirited dogs.

As I dragged my noodles to lips, from my drybowl, I saw the linear A in my ear, upon my dark, chipped, blackened clipped, deranged, to my spastic, sticks, deadly spinning and ......

Do you ever live in the world of the eaten dead?

Canniballed and Ba’al Hammoned.

Where ever the dead are arranged we know the few heathen follow our finger fall.

yahweh, got any problems with my depiction of your death squads?

False and heathen

For once my command of the Queen’s English suffices

No full stops, no executed fall flags, count zero.